Yeah, it's easy to find one's self in a situation where it's easier to sit at the computer planning on getting in shape than actually doing it. I do that daily, myself (I'm thinking of my poor, lonely treadmill in the other room, and my mountain bike in the shed who has probably forgotten I even exist). But, as the Chinese say (and not that Justin Sun fuck), the journey of a 1,610 kilometers begins with one step. (even the Chinese use metric). So, good luck! I had bought myself a "smart scale" for christmas and it's already bitching at me.